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By: Cynthia Curran

“Mortimer? Mortimer?” Simon hedge said.

“Where are you?”

“Look up you ninny. I’m on the roof.”

“What in the blazes are you doing perched up there?”

“Well”, Mortimer started. “I finally got this stupid cupola and weather vane this morning and I was tired of waiting for you, Simon, so I decided to climb up to the roof and complete the installation myself.”

“Come on down before you kill yourself,” Simon said. “I swear I’ll put them up for you this afternoon.”